"Mr. Bunny, what do you think?"
Silence.
"... Yeah, I thought so too..."
Silence.
"Oh? You want some food? I’m feeling a little peckish myself!"
Silence.
"... Yeah, some carrots would be great right about now... I remember that Carrot Top makes the bestest carrots every year! They were always so good and tasty…"
Silence.
"I know we haven't eaten in two days. It’s my entire fault too…”
Silence.
“Nopony seems to like us anymore..."
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I regret.
I regret everything. Everything I have ever done, I regret doing. Nothing I have ever done has benefited another pony and no matter how hard I try, I always find some way to hate what I do or say.
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Silence.
“Mr. Bunny, do you like me? It seems nopony else does… but we have each other, right? That’s all that counts, right?”
Silence.
"... I love you too, Mr. Bunny…"
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My name is Raindrops. I'm only telling you this because it's the one thing I don't feel regret for. It's the only thing that has ever made sense in my life. Being Raindrops was the one thing that didn’t mess up something significant to me, since it was the only thing that I could never change, never tarnish, never get wrong. Everything else, well… you can ask Mr. Bunny about...
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Silence.
“Hey, maybe we could play hide and seek later, after the rain goes away! I could hide, and you count, ok?”
Silence.
“Yeah, it would get a bit boring with only you and me… Hmmm… checkers maybe?”
Silence.
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The sigh I gave out was painful, full of dread and misery.
I remember that sigh. Such an trivial thing to remember yet I do… I believe I remember it solely for one reason and one reason only.
It was when I finally broke.
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"…Why can't you speak?"
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It was a silly question, I know, but I was compelled to ask the little stuffed pink bunny in front of me. His face, dull and devoid of expression, plainly looked at me with black button eyes and two dopey ears. He meant the world to me because of one simple, tiny, insubstantial reason…
He listened.
That's all I wanted at the time. Somepony to listen to me...
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"Mr. Bunny, would you like to cuddle? It's raining out right now and we could both use the warmth..."
Silence.
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I can still remember the feelings I had then... Joy.
Unstoppable, wonderful, sensational, fantastic, jubilant, fake, veiled, counterfeit joy.
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"Alright! Come here you...!"
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His fur was so soft...
I regret touching that.
His face was so cute...
I regret seeing that.
The ears made me giggle with joy.
I regret doing that.
He was the warmest pillow I had had for a long time.
I regret it all.
I can remember how I cried and cried right afterwards, weeping into his soft body, wishing he was real, wishing he could comfort me, hold me back, smile, say something comforting, anything…
Silence.
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"Why... Why me... Why..."
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I repeated this phrase over and over again until I fell asleep, exhausted.
My life had become a bundle of regret and obstacles. Over the last few years, my damaging mistakes and coarse actions cost others so much. So much, they eventually shunned me, avoiding me at all costs, similar to a plague that would be caught if they were close enough to me for too long.
Everything. Everything I said then, I instantly regretted doing so. Everything I did, I regretted doing.
I could have said something nicer, done something better, be somepony more skilled.
Instead, the regret and guilt built up inside of me, dangerously reaching a maximum capacity. The only one I could be regretless with is Mr. Bunny.
He listened. He didn’t scold back. Mr. Bunny never got mad or hurt by what I did. He was Mr. Bunny, my one and only friend, and he would tolerate and love me as much as I did him.
Being a fully grown mare with a stuffed bunny as your only friend... I regret being that too.
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“Mr. Bunny, I think we are going to need a better place to sleep in…”
Silence.
“Yeah, you’re right. A building without a roof isn’t very good in a rainstorm.”
Silence.
“Sigh…”
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I didn’t know where to go, where to stay. Everyone else had shunned me, banned me. I was alone with Mr. Bunny, trying to keep some warmth to my body as we huddled further into a corner in some old shanty of a house. It had been the only unoccupied shelter I could find. I took the chance and made myself a small home in there.
I regret that.
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“Hey, Mr. Bunny, what do you think of the rain?”
Silence.
“…Really? You don’t say…”
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Why do I ask such stupid questions? I thought I had known a truthful answer, something that was all my own and so lovely in my mind.
Turns out, I would come to regret having that feeble mindset.
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“Well, I think the rain is beautiful in its own way. It helps others, it heals. It brings out life into our world and everything around it! It’s pure, it’s crisp, and fun too! Nopony can stop the rain when it begins, but nopony wants to stop it! Everyone needs a little rain in their lives… That way, the sun wouldn’t bake us to a crispy carbon pile of a pony! But…”
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Turns out, I was half right.
As soon as I finished that little speech, my memories started to flow back into my brain. Dear Celestia, sometimes I wish I could forget it all. Forget it all and never be reminded of those days, those days I hate and loathe with a burning passion inside of my soul.
Yet how can you escape an asylum when it follows you around every waking moment of your life?
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“…But rain is also very very cruel. It can be unrelenting, continuously dropping down on your head, on a house, on the land. Rain can cause devastation on a grand scale, flooding whole entire cities and towns. It can cause sickness, whether by the chill it brings or the pollutants it spread. Its gloom spreads over the sky, making it darker and darker out. And like right now, it causes us to cower in this old building, trying to get a decent sleep and dry spot on this hard stone to lay down on…
Rain is so wondrous, yet so cruel… why?
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I can remember me sighing her once more. This time, I knew I was defeated, lost, and alone.
The only one who cared for my company was Mr. Bunny. Mr.Bunny and his-
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Silence.
"Why is it always me…? What good is it to be ‘Raindrops’ if it only causes destruction and ruin wherever I went? I don’t see the beauty in what I do…
What did I do to deserve this?”
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I still don’t know the answer to that question.
That night, that very solemn night, was the first time I had thought about her. I had not thought about her in so long, I wondered if the memory was even her.
Either way, the memory was hateful and full of spite, just like every other memory I had.
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“Mr. B-Bunny, p-please tell me w-why…”
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All there ever was for me was Mr. Bunny and my memories, pouring into my mind like steady drops of rain. Mr. Bunny simply stared at me, his blank expression as plain and uncaring as ever.
Silence.
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A/N:
Just thought i might try something different... Honestly, I love Raindrops and noticed a lack of Fanfiction about her. Being inspired by Background Pony, i decided another one in the background should be loved too! I might continue this, might not, but we will have to see how my views go :)